Eyes black as coal, light the fire of passion
Tingling wisps of pleasure radiates from the depths
Finally jostled from hibernation,
The longing beast within is stirred
Natural instincts do engulf it,
And a presence from a past life leads
Whist gingerness is mixed with crushing blows
The dish that’s made sates the lust of love
And more is said with tongues subdued
Than the talking of a million hours time.
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Eyes black as coal, light the fire of passion
Tingling wisps of pleasure radiates from the depths
Finally jostled from hibernation,
The longing beast within is stirred
Natural instincts do engulf it,
And a presence from a past life leads
Whist gingerness is mixed with crushing blows
The dish that’s made sates the lust of love
And more is said with tongues subdued
Than the talking of a million hours time.
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